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Lost dexterity since...

Lost dexterity since fingers tap away at qwerty keyboard...

since being a student in grade, junior and high school
analogous to geometry proof how lack of use...

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They got the whole world in...

They got the whole world in their hands

Worth north of a trillion dollars,
(plus or minus a billion dollars here and there),
the...

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His guiding light

She writes her thoughts

His guiding light

He left this world for quite some time
Barely visible throughout the void

He was...

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Adept Anglophone pines to...

Adept Anglophone pines to learn Yiddish as a second language

When alive colorful turns of phrases
uttered courtesy my father or mother
whose ability to...

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To Faith

"As destiny holds Fate"

To Faith

To Faith - “As destiny holds Fate”

If life is in fate, will destiny hold it in faith.
If...

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Pity

"How enticing is Pity"

Pity

Pity - How enticing is Pity”

How enticing, is pride in pity.
A resentment, to ones lenses...

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What is a Poem

"When you riffle the pages of Poetry”

What is a Poem

What is Poetry - When you riffle the pages of Poetry”

When you riffle the pages of poetry, donʻt...

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Do Tell

"Of thy Self"

Do  Tell

Do Tell - “Of thy Self”

Do Tell,

Tell the worth of your soul, when you think better than...

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The Bells

"Of hell in the Ears"

The  Bells

The Bells - “Of hell in the Ears”

The resonant of carillons,
and the thundering peals of...

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UNDERESTIMATED THE UNIVERSE

UNDERESTIMATED THE UNIVERSE

You thought you were Wiser?

Stronger?

Knowing?

Knowledgeable?

Brilliant?...

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After the doomsday clock...

After the doomsday clock struck midnight...

a blizzard of blinding demoniacal
highly radioactive fueled banshees
(analogous to a...

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Whispers of My Subconscious

Dreams

Whispers of My Subconscious

In the quiet of the night, where shadows play,
All my dreams seem real, in a vivid display.
...

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Iridescent Stones in...

Iridescent Stones in Hellish Storms

There are iridescent stones in hellish storms.
On warm summer nights, look past the moon and see...

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Amaterasu

A view, through evening mist
is perhaps
the kindest time of day to look
at her and...

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The meat cleaver that'...

The meat cleaver that's life

Life is a cleaver, heavy and sharp,

Its edge bites deep, leaving a mark.

It swings...